I think she loves me. Every morning at the station, she stares at me. She won’t take her eyes

I think she loves me. Every morning at the station, she stares at me. She won’t take her eyes off of me. I try not to encourage her, but she never gives up. I think I am starting to feel the same about her. As I stand there waiting for the train, I cannot help but imagine the things we could do together if only one of us had the courage to make the first move.